Yeh Muthaf*** as...
T.DOT....
T-I....K-I....double L....A-H
You aint seein me 4 B&E, im scopin ya home
And when its dun ya face be like when ya choke on a bone
Gat strapped, cock back when Im totin-da-crome
You like da rogers centre, I'LL open-ya-dome
Youll meet death in da flesh, if i come wit gats
Take ya breath out ya chest, ya lungs collapse
I spit fiyah like its candles-i-throw
Do ya girl like a fiyahman, n handle-these-HOSE
These are sick-tighter-lines, yall kno I spit-vibrant-rhymes
AND I shoot da cannon, like ships-in-pirate-times
Yall kno my style wit da cannon-man....trigga happy
That dont mean I smile wit a gat-in-hand in front a cameraman
If I BLAM.....OH DAMN, U and ya man in a van land in afganistan
I stay FLYYYY, soarin like an eagle
Click Clack, yall dunno wat im storin in dis eagle
I carry everthing....from macks-2-teks
I aint talkin government policy when I tax-ya-cheques
I think Im stretchin da speakers, wit heaters testin-ya-weakness
Put arms 2 ya chest like da pledge-of-alliegiance
pussy
